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wispscribbles · 2 months
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WISP WWIISSPP your retired ghost art is making me lose my minnnddd 😭😭😭😭 that man NEEDS TO BE SMOOCHED!!! but also do u think you will ever do a close up one day of retired Soap?? 🥺🥺🥺 it's just when I look at ur designs of retired ghoap it makes my heart feel like it's wrapped up in a soft, warm blanket but no pressure to draw him obvi 💖💖 hope u have a good day :3
aaAA thank you friend !!!! You're always too kind <333 and I actually tried doing a matching Soap for retired Ghost originally, but my art just didn't want to art for that one - so you're getting more of a doodly scene of the oldies
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tanked-up · 6 months
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Price: Explain to me again, why were you sent to medic?
Ghost with a busted lip: Eagles.
Price to Soap who’s there as well with a busted knuckle: What is he saying??
Soap: Eagle, Price. AN EAGLE
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(Part 14 of my collection)
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ghcstao3 · 5 months
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retirement gives ghost and soap the chance to do the things they never got to as teens—ghost, because of his home life, and soap, because he spent so much time trying to worm his way into the army.
it’s mostly things like childish sort of dates like something as mundane as sitting at a park or going to get ice cream, or sneaking kisses like they can’t be caught and linking pinkies instead of holding hands.
but it’s also dumb things they definitely shouldn’t be doing, that are 110% illegal, like trespassing in train yards to paint graffiti on freights, or what they’re currently doing—sneaking into the local indoor skating rink after hours.
they have experience with stealth and infiltration, after all.
but it’s all because ghost had mentioned offhand how he never learned how to ice skate, and soap figured he wouldn’t want to learn while other people are around. so, here they are.
in a building so old it was all too easy to get in—the place never had security cameras to begin with, and every owner since seemed too cheap to get them installed. really, it’s just an invitation.
soap spends all night teaching ghost. he’ll glide backwards as he holds ghost’s hands for balance because they couldn’t find the skating trainers, and when ghost finally gets the hang of it, soap skates laps around him just to tease. he gets his karma when his toe catches a blemish in the rink and he tumbles backward—only then for ghost to laugh so hard he loses his balance and slips, too.
it’s stupid, but—it makes them feel young again. free from the military, there’s no reason to limit themselves in the things they do together, even if it’s something as simple as learning to skate in the wee hours.
even if it’s something as simple as just spending time together, no matter where they are.
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lefttoesucker · 3 months
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Not much for the beach, Johny?
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Turns our he doesn't mind the beach when Ghost is around...
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My babies for real <3
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shortnotsweet · 6 months
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ghostsoap sneakpeak to hozier’s in a week
full post here
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on-a-lucky-tide · 3 months
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I was chatting to my uncle about his time in service the other day and what it was like in 2000 when gay people were allowed to openly serve in the military for the first time.
I didn't tell him I was researching fanfic, he just likes chatting with me about politics and history because I'm his Pet Socialist Nephew and it's like a whole new world for him.
(My aunt worked for MI5 and they met in Cyprus while both were deployed; I'm pretty sure they're the reason I got to the late stages - NePoTiSm - but then I disappointed them to become a Tofu-Eating Wokerati Teacher. Yes, I am an ex-Tory, let's not.)
He was a lawyer in the RAF and spent most of his time prosecuting soldiers for misconduct. There is shit he has to take to his grave, especially surrounding the Gulf War. But he remembers dishonourable discharges for "sodomy" and how distasteful he found the "whole sordid business" when there were people still serving who had done "unspeakable things", and he told me about the slow dismantling of those laws, with the help of Stonewall, and the impact it had on so many men and women in the service.
He recalled one particularly terrifying NCO who often ridiculed him for his belly (my uncle likes cheese and wine, a lot; we got through a bottle of Merlot each...I'm pretty sure he opened a second) kissing his partner of 16 years openly, in full uniform, at the 2008 London Pride; how this "incorrigible" man broke down in tears because for the first time he wasn't torn in half: he could love both his country and his partner openly.
Now, this story is a fucking gold mine for me... Cause...
Can you imagine the 141 going to 2008? They think they're going to support their pet bi-disaster, Soap. Figure they'll go in No2s cause they'll be drinking and walking a lot. Then fucking Ghost rocks up in full No1s, shoes polished to an inch of their life like he's turned out for the god damn Queen.
When Soap teases him about how Extra he's being for lil ol' him, Ghost simply sighs and says, "I've waited my whole life for this, Johnny... I'm doin' it right."
That's how Ghost "comes out" to the 141, because of course it is. He doesn't do things in half measures. Soap looks him up and down and tries to play it cool, but Price can see how he's vibrating on the spot and figures they should fall in before Soap executes an unscheduled halo dive on Ghost's dick...
Johnny gets his kiss; by the lions of Nelson's column, under the admiral's watchful eye. Ghost's beret clenched in fist, strong arms clutching him so close, like Ghost's worried the moment might still be snatched from him at any point.
Johnny won't ever mention the tears he tastes between their lips. Some things just need to be let go.
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soaqrudyz · 8 months
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it’s a warm, spring afternoon, the grass is still wet from yesterday’s shower, and the sun does little to block the chill from the constant breeze. ghost is beside him on the hill, laid back with an arm slung over his face.
soap closes his eyes.
he imagines they’re at home, some little house in scotland squared away from all civilization. it’s just them, but they like it that way.
he imagines what it’d be like to have that life with ghost. picnic blankets and anniversary dinners, sleep warmed bedsheets and two sets of keys in the bowl by the front door. in his head they invite friends over for birthdays, and holidays, and maybe even just for lunch.
he paints the walls and simon builds bookcases.
it’s a fantasy he revisits often, though mostly on nights when nothing can lure his panicked mind back to sleep. it’s a comforting thought: him and ghost being regular people, learning to take it slow together.
it’s indulgent, childish. he knows this, acknowledges it, and doesn’t do a damn thing about it.
fantasy soap takes fantasy ghost’s hand as they’re bickering over the shopping list, and real soap, if he focuses hard enough, can feel those palms against his own, cherishes it.
eventually, they’ll pack this up. they’ll walk back down the hill with their shoulders brushing, will look to see if the other had noticed, but nothing will come of it.
for now, for as long as it takes to muster the energy to pretend he wasn’t in love with his lieutenant, he’ll keep his eyes closed.
damp blades of grass brush his forearms and the sky is hopelessly blue. soap can feel ghost’s eyes on him, and wonders if he’d find himself in ghost’s fantasies if he asked. he doesn’t think he’s strong enough for whatever answer lays at the end of that question, though, so he doesn’t.
fantasy soap traces fantasy ghost’s frown lines and kisses the furrow from his brow.
real soap silently aches.
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mrjeremyman · 4 days
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Another SDV Ghoap because I love them so much.
I might start selling my art as prints maybe, that would be fun LMK if I should
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anon-by-design · 9 months
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there are bets on when they'll realize
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cthulhusstepmom · 1 year
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Ghost is observant. He's always been, even before it was his job. It kept him safe, safe from his father's worst moods, safe from bullies at school, safe from the inevitable deterioration of all of his relationships.
So when Soap starts acting suspicious he feels his heart start to sink. He's a big enough person to admit that he's been selfish with Soap, allowed himself to indulge in genuine companionship; allowed something dangerous to develop. But what choice does he have? The thought of leaving now and denying himself the simple warmth of John MacTavish is almost a physical pain. So it should be a relief when Johnny starts to pull away, it saves Ghost from being the one to do it. But for once in his long trail of broken hearts and slowly withering relationships, Ghost doesn't want it to end.
So he clings on. He seeks him out more often, snaps and snarls at the thought of Soap going out of his sight. He lays there listening as Soap wakes with a haunted scream, internally wrestling with himself until he gathers the courage to cross the hall and knock, his cheeks heating when Soap answers the door in just his boxers. He kicks himself when Soap redirects and prepares to bow out and take the dismissal respectfully when Johnny offers to come and sit with him and his traitorous heart soars in his chest. Soap is giving him this and he'll take it with gratitude. They sit together in the rec room for hours, watching the fish sleep peacefully until Soap has drifted off and his tea is in danger of spilling in his limp hand. He briefly considers taking Johnny back to his room but he rationalizes that there is a reason the Soap didn't want him in there and it really isn't his business. So he sits there and he observes. Simply watching the slight rise and fall of Johnny's chest as he sleeps on the tattered couch. Indulging in the domesticity of it all.
When a knock jars him awake in the middle of the night he's unsure what he expects but Soap delirious and bleeding was certainly not on the top of that list. A small lick of pride flares inside of him that Soap would come to him before medical, which brings with it quiet concerns and many questions. Still he brings Johnny inside and sits him gently on his bed, stepping into his bathroom to quickly grab his personal first aid kit.
Soap is saying something when he gets back, so deep in his accent that it doesn't even register as words. Kneeling on the floor in front of him, Ghost reverently takes his arm and starts to wipe at it with a damp cloth. Cleaning away the blood with quiet fervor, unsure just what could inflict such a wound on his Sergeant at this hour of the night. When the wound is revealed he flinches back.
Ghost is intimately acquainted with snake bites, has several scars buried deep in his collection that match the marks on Soap's arm, stretched and warped as they are from where he's grown since he got them.
And this is from a big fucking snake.
He looks up to Soap meets his eyes suddenly deathly sober.
"Just how'd you get this Soap?"
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wispscribbles · 2 months
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Me @ Ghost: I sentence u to happy retirement, loser
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dovabunny · 6 months
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Angsty Ghostsoap Idea of the day - Here all along
Soap met Simon when the man was on leave. Beautiful, mysterious Simon had walked past Soap's coffee shop a few times, before he mustered the courage to come in.
Meanwhile, thinking the huge man must've been stalking or creeping on one of his pretty female clients, Soap had stomped out to confront the man- only for the man to awkwardly apologize and ask him to dinner. The twist gave Soap such whiplash he...
... said without realizing what was happening.
For three blissful years Simon would come home to him every chance he got, sometimes even just for 3 days between missions.
He told him things he legally was not allowed to, but Soap was his 'home' - a place where he was just Simon, not Ghost or a soldier or a killer or a victim. A man who loved with his whole heart and wanted no secrets between them. Something neither of them had ever had.
They cooked together, Simon talked him into getting a dog named Riley, they made future plans and talked about him retiring.
Then Simon comes home from a bad mission. He was put on medical leave for wounds that were not all physical but refused to talk about what had happened- what had rattled him so. He wasn't himself - cold, blunt, quick to anger, and distant in a way Soap's never seen him in their years together.
Then Simon finds the rings Soap had been hiding.
Simon had been impatiently digging through his art supplies looking for tape when he found the box.
When Soap came home from work it was to Simon sitting in the dark, the box on the table.
His home had never felt as cold as when Simon's voice demanded "what's this."
Soap fucked up, but he wasn't even sure how. He stuttered something about where did he find it when he noticed there was a pile of his sketches too - torn out of his journals, clearly not too gently. All the ones of Simon's face.
"You KNOW why I can't show my face! You KNOW how I feel about this! I refuse to take photos with you so you do this???" He tosses the sketches across the table.
"They're all I have of you when you're gone so long! I didn't-"
"And the rings!? You ALSO know how my parents' marriage went so why the fuck did you think I'd want that? Or did that just not matter either?"
Soap stares, the tension that had been on Simon's shoulders since he arrived a few days ago now turned on him. Soap swallows hard. He had never for even a second felt scared of Soap. But he saw it now... Saw 'Ghost' overtake Simon.
"Okay, I'm sorry. I'll burn the sketches and get rid of the rings. I'm sorry, baby. Let's just forget this?" He tries to step forward.
"This was a mistake..." Simon whispers and it feels like a knife to the gut.
"...Si, love, what are you?"
"I said this was a mistake."
Simon gets to his feet and it's then that Soap spots the packed bag. Si throws it over his shoulder as he makes for the door.
"Simon, no! Baby, please - I'm sorry! Please, don't leave like this!" He reaches for him but Si shrugs him off and doesn't slow down.
His world collapses as the door closes behind the man he had given his heart, soul, and future to.
Simon doesn't return his calls or texts. Texts apologizing, begging, texts angry and hurt, texts reminding him he's loved and he has a home here whenever he's ready.
Then the number is disconnected.
Then he gets a letter in the mail that ends with "Our deepest condolences" and a pair of dog tags.
Five years later. Soap has tried to move on, but just couldn't. He still has the rings. Wishes he kept at least one sketch. His shop does well, Riley is getting old, and so is Soap. He keeps busy, and sketches less. Even after all this time when he puts pencil to paper his hand wants to draw Simon.
Then torn, crumpled pages on the floor with boot prints on them flash in his mind and he puts the pencil back down.
This morning he sat in his little kitchen and pages through the local paper when he feels his blood run cold.
Last week's festival was the highlight of the moment, the newspaper covered in photos taken at the event. But in the background of one looms a painfully familiar figure.
Soap grabs his phone and rings the paper. "Photo three, page two- at the fountain - when was that taken?!" The journalist is baffled - all of them last week.
That can't be. It can't be! But he knows that figure, those shoulders, those curls. he's in the shadows but outlined, angled towards where Soap's little trailer stand was.
Soap pulls the dog tags out of his shirt - always around his neck all this time. Is Simon.. alive?
And...near?
Soap looks at the shadows all the way to work, peeking around all day to try to spot a man that shouldn't be there - convincing himself he isn't crazy.
At closing time he had enough. He prints a page and sticks it to the door when he locks up.
"Si, if you're reading this grow a pair and come home."
Later that night there's a knock at the door. A familiar tall man, new scars and silver creeping into blind curls, but just as beautiful as he remembers. Unsteady hands hold a bouquet of his favorite flowers.
"Is this still home?" He asks
"Ours. Always." Soap smiles through the tears.
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ghcstao3 · 8 months
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deaf ghost and soap retiring together after an incident takes both their hearing
their household still being eerily quiet because of old habits of sneaking around and not wanting to disturb the other even when noise is no longer an issue
them adopting a little girl and teaching her bsl and her learning about the deaf community alongside them both
her growing up and learning the hard way that even if she is being quiet, she still can’t manage to sneak out easily like all those stories from other kids, because ghost still has his spidey-senses (see: army instincts) and will appear from the shadows to ask what she’s doing
them both managing to trick new friends brought to the house into thinking neither of them are actually deaf even in spite of the warnings they know their daughter gives, just because they’re assholes
and when they’re alone, ghost and soap cuddling not just for comfort, but also to speak nonsense and feel the vibrations of each other’s voices even though they can no longer properly hear them. because it’s still a sense of comfort, just in a new light is all
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cheeze-leweez · 1 year
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some process pics of the piece i just finished
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heroinbobby · 4 months
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wheres my old man yaoi of ghost and soap
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tb-png · 9 months
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Hi! Hello! 👋🏻 Hope you're doing well 💕
1st love you 💗
2nd ok, one of my fav ...idk what this is, prompt? Au? Lately has been scary/soft Ghost ... Like Casper inflicting fear and terror into the rookies and everyone on base tbf cause "reputation" and here goes (whoever you want, OC, reader insert, fcking Soap etc will call them SO for now) falling hard for him but at the same time being scared of making a move cause of the consequences (maybe a bit scared of him or rather of what he'll do about that info too?) But Casper is not mean, hes pretending, all bark no bite, and he gets the hint a crush is there, so he moves ... And hes SOFT and SO is confused like "is this a clone ? Was he replaced ? Is this the same man?" Etc idk ... I find it a bit silly but I love it
HI!!!! TYSM
ALSO PLEASE GHOST!GHOST WOULD BE JUST A LIL GUY SOBBBB
if you take it up a notch but also from ghost’s side: imagine him as the type of ghost where he’s a little bit dazed, forgetful, and confused.
He doesn’t know exactly what happened to him to lead to his death, he doesn’t notice the days passing, hell he barely remembers their faces, but he notices that his ghouling shenanigans get the soldiers on the base spooked and excited, they love talking about the stuff he does so he keeps messing with them to get em happy
Then he starts to notice this spitfire sergeant taking a real liking to him, and even occasionally leaving out nice presents (it doesn’t matter he can’t do much with it, the thought counts) or he talks to him normally, so ghost sticks around him a lot. Eventually through shear will power, he remembers all these little details about soap and even starts to remember his face
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